LUDO
Black eyes bored into Remi’s as the Alchemist finally turned to look at Ludo, the youth offering a smile that might have been sweet once, but seemed curiously empty now. ”What does it spell?” it asked, like it really didn’t know, lifting a hand to tap the sand in a mimicry of Remi’s action. ”I do enjoy our games, sweetling. But you are no longer a mere visitor to my shrine. You come burdened, and I have chosen to hear you. So let us have it, shall we?”Sitting back, Ludo turned its gaze out towards the sea, to where he had first implored Remi to kill out of mercy. It liked the sea. It liked Torchline, in truth, for its warmth and for the absence of frost and snow.
